Genuine Impulse

Beechnut Squirrels

There is a secret person undamaged in every individual. We have not lost, and cannot lose, the genuine impulse.” – Paul Shepard, Nature and Madness

Sign, sign, everywhere a sign…Blockin’ out the scenery, breakin’ my mind…Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign? ~ Les Emmerson, “Signs”

by Feral Jesus

Genuine impulse

Within the wild woods

Startled stag’s hooves thudding on creek rock

Pileated woodpecker impaling a rotting white oak

Chipmunk mates thrusting in the decaying leaves

Flapping old crows inciting alarm

Gray squirrel striking a beech nut on an old log

No impetus other than impulse

No impediment to repulse

Within the apparatus

Impulse becomes repulsion

Precognitive delight all plugged up

Turned in on itself

Horrific self-loathing ensues

A wild bird smashing into the glass tower

The sauntering tramp frustrated by a chain link fence

The meandering child hearing the school bell ring

The flaring forth universe crunches

 Genuine impulse is life and joy

Outward, Boundless

Through artificial contrivance it becomes repulsion

Revulsion.  Disgust

A hammer forging suicide and murder and madness


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